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PENNHOUSE THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE FOR PENN

EDITOR & PUBLISHER: BOB GUZZIONE.

Winter

1984

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VICE CHAIRMAN: ASTROLABE JONES EXECUTIVE EDITOR: BENJAMIN "BEN" DOVER SHEEP EDITOR: OLIVE EWE BOVINE EDITOR: HARRY KRISHNA. HARRY HARRY KRISHNA ART EDITOR: MIKE ANGELO MARKETING DIRECTORS: S. FROG CENTERFOLD COORDINATOR: B.E.D'SPREAD

CONTENTS

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SHEEP AND EWE

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VENT MEN FASHION

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ASBESTOS. DANGER!

advice

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REJECTION LIST

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EDITORIAL Hello, I'm Bob Guzzione .Jr.. Editor and chief editor of this magazine. Like. you know, lot's of people say to me this is crazy - they say "Hey Bob Guzzione Jr. you are f--crazy to start a skin rag on an Ivy League campus." Well maybe I am crazy, but I'm also rich. So if my dad can rake in the bucks, so can" Our initial printrun for PENNhouse is 3,000,000 copies. A lot of people say that's crazy - they say "Hey Bob Guzzione .Jr.. there are only a couple 'a thousand people here at Penn." Weill say they are the crazy ones 'cause everybody knows college students are into this stuff so I figure each will buy ten, maybe twenty copies. A lot of people say we exploit sheep. That's crazy. We exploit anybody. So anyway. here I am, Bob Guzzione Jr .. Hey, remember I'm a student at Penn too, CAS English Major. My friends say to me - "Hey Bob Guzzione Jr.. Go start a maqazine!" Weill have. But like, you know, I'm just one of youse guys, right? So if you see me walking on campus feel free to say "Hey Bob Guzzione Jr.. Hello!" But don't touch me or my two Mormon Body-guards Achmed and Bruce will rearrange your lips. That's alii have to say for now.

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"YOU CAN'T KEEP A GOOD MAN DOWN" Dear PENNhouse, I am a student at a large East Coast Ivy League University. Here, all thirty thousand of us read PENNhouse, each of us share one copy. Until last night I never believed that any of these letters were real. I always thought they were written by a 197 lb. white Methodist, 49 year old male, of Serbian-Irish descent, who graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism - class of '54 - and then got a job covering Vietnam for the North Dakota Dairy Report, but was fired for being too violent with Pathet Lao cows that the marines had liberated, but that was OK because he went to Chicago and guested on the Bob Newhart show as Howard's zany Croatian friend who falls in love with Emily, and then joined a bowling league which convinced him to quit T.V. and work for PENNhouse in the fourth floor of the PENNhouse building in a nice office. That's what I used to think but then I had lots of sex.

Name and Address quest

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"HOT GNU, YOU TOO" Dear PENNhouse, I am a student at a large East Coast Ivy League University somewhere on the East Coast. I'm now a junior and quite frankly have not had much of a sex life up to now. But this semester that all changed. Little did I know when I enrolled in ANTHRO 890 OUR FRIEND THE GNU that the professor would not be some stogy old guy, but a ripe, voluptuous, sweet-smelling, taut, supple yet firm, yielding, porous, permeable, pentient, perky, principled, petulant knockout with a charming personality. Her name was Miss. Astrolabe Jones, although her really close friends called her Miss Astrolabe Jones. All the guys in the class were hot for her britches. But, to be honest, I have always been kind of shy with women, at least since I got out of Attica, so I put my chances of making it with her as pretty low. Then one day she called me into her office to discuss my midterm paper. The moment I entered t he room I noticed she was naked and holding the rear ankle-bone of the rare white Gnu of upper Alberta. Instinctively I said

"Is this the AT&T stockholders meeting?" She purred and fell to the floor and used the bone to brazenly stimulate her earlobes. I dropped my pants and watched. Then ... I watched some more, then still not having satiated my reptilian passion I watched some more. By now she begged me to stop. So I did.

Name and Address was asked to be withheld, but we'll print it anyway: Bob Commodus 2505 HRE

"THE PENCIL SHARPENER WAYS RINGS TWICE"

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Dear PENNhouse, I am a perky co-ed from a large East Coast Ivy League University. I am a redhead with a foxy 36-24-36-12 figure and breasts that just won't quit, and hard, silver-dollar sized nipples. Many people say I look alot like Gene Wilder. Despite my looks, I have never been able to find a man who could fully satisfy me. That is until ... It was late one Friday night, I was taking a bath when suddenly my pencil-sharpener broke down. I rushed to the phone and called the pencil-sharpener repair man. He came in a jiffy. When I opened the front door he gasped, probably because of my heart-shaped pubic hair. Responding professionally, he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his protuberance. It was my turn to gasp, because it resembled the Washington monument, only, much, much smaller. He proceeded to slam his five inches of boiling steel into my magic music box. It felt so good that I had to run out to Woolworths and get some extra sewing needles. As we rolled around on the ceiling, I didn't see his three work-mates slip into the room. They soon joined in the fun, watching T.V. and drinking beer until they were as exhausted as salmon trying to spawn. Me and my man made hot torrid love until next semester when he had to go home and-feed his Gnu. Boy was it fun! But you know, my damn pencil-sharpener is still broken. I guess I'll have to call the repair man again

Name And Address Printed quest: Bobbi Sue Susan 42-37865 119 S. 42nd St. Philadelphia PA

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League University. There I was, in Cambridge searching for my lost towel. Then this guy with a home computer strapped to his belt comes crawling up to me on his hands and knees. He asked me what time it was in Bangkok. Happening to have my trusty world time watch that tells the time in Europe, Asia, and any other country I quickly adjusted a few knobs and told him. He called me a parasite and went skipping away singing the Canadian national anthem before I could ask him if he happened to know where my towel was. I definitely knew I must have been getting close to Harvard. Then I saw it. The image of my towel was cast into the sky by a beacon in a strange looking building. As I approached the building my hopes of finding my long lost towel heightened. It took me only a few moments to come to the door of what appeared to be a dormitory. Feeling sure that I was at the end of my quest I knocked thrice on the oaken door. A little slot of the door slid open and an eye peered out. I heard some muffled sounds and a lot of shuffling about. Then the door opened and a co-ed sheep appeared. "May I help you? Oh please do come in for it is cold out there," said the rather skimpily dressed sheep. "I seek the towel," said I in a very medieval fashion. "Is it here?" "We shall talk about that later. First come in and let us attend to your every wish and desire," replied the rather skimpily dressed sheep. Now, I'm no fool so I took her up on her offer. I stepped inside and she guided me down a long hallway. At the end she opened a door that led into a large room that contained a swimming pool, sunlamps, lounge chairs, and many other skimpily dressed sheep. It only took a second before they were upon me. Well, the days wore on in that place and I learned each of the sheep's majors. I think it was about the fourth day that I decided that college was fun. After about the eighth day I remembered what it was I came for and then quickly proceeded to forget it until the tenth day when I decided to ask a sociology major about my towel. I told her about the towel beacon and my long search for my long lost towel. She called over the sheep who had initially greeted me and asked her if she displayed the towel beacon that day. The sheep answered that she had. The sociology major scolded her and told me that I had to punish them all for what had been done. First I had to shear each and everyone of them and then engage in oral sex.

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NUCLEAR WARHEADS

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Nuclear warheads never go dutch. Nuclear warheads never have liquor on their breath. Nuclear warheads know when they're not wonted. Nuclear warheads toke precautions before firing. Nuclear warheads don't have beer bellies. Nuclear warheads don't beg you to take them back. Nuclear warheads don't sport feeble-looking mustaches to to appear older. Nuclear warheads support equal rights. Nuclear warheads don't leave the toilet seat up. Nuclear warheads are considerate. Nuclear warheads don't tell crude jokes. Nuclear warheads have heard of personal hygiene. Nuclear warheads don't use and abuse you. Nuclear warheads don't flirt with other girls. Nuclear warheads don't have a one-track mind. Nuclear warheads don't explode too early. Nuclear warheads don't treat you only as sex objects. Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads Nuclear warheads

don't fail to perform in tight situations. practice what they preach. don't only talk about sports. are always there when you need them. don't lie to you. don't surprise you by being married or goy. are marginally intelligent. have doss. don't dress like slobs. know how to hold their liquor. aren't sleazy. don't tell stories about you to their friends. don't explode at you all the time. don't have hangovers in the morning. don't watch your every move. are never conceited. don't take advantage of you.

NUCLEAR WARHEADS

ARE BETTER THAN WOMEN

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don't spend all your money. don't get "morning" breath. are easy to dispose of. don't get pregnant. don't have cellulite. can be shot to Russia when you tire of them. don't have unsightly facial hair.

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never talk about equal rights. don't complain about the toilet seat being up. don't care how you treat them. can take a joke. never have razor stubble under their arms. don't cry and make you feel guilty. don't flirt with other guys. don't say "No." usually reach a climax during performance. don't care if you treat them only as sex don't leave you sexually frustrated. don't get angry if you date someone else. don't nag you to death. are never late. never make excuses. don't have other boyfriends. are never airheads. don't care if you belch. don't wear too much make-up. don't care if you drink. never fool around. don't embarrass you in front of your friends. aren't hell to live with. don't look worse in the morning. don't try to dictate your every move. are never stuck up. don't take advantage of you. 'X

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HOW TO PICK UP MALES Chapter One: Introduction

By Mandi DeJigalo

Listen to me, ladies. Because I know something you don't know. How to pick up males. I can walk into any bar, any taffy pull, any meeting of the ASPCA, and have my pick of any man there. Blond, brunet or bald. First class, second class or bulk rate. I've had them all, I can have them all again whenever I want. I'm not especially attractive. I wear glasses and I have a tremendous nose. I have zits on my zits. In high school, the boys called me 'Miss Piggy.' I seldom shower and I never use deodorant. Human beings have died from seeing me in the morning. But I know something you don't know. How to pick up males. I know what kind you want. Someone who seems mild,

Doh. Or maybe she'd tell you to seek professional help. But dear, Dear Abby doesn't know how to pick up males. Just think what her sex life must be like. Ladies, the man you want, the kind of man who will make your friends jealous when you put your arm around him, the kind of man who will grovel for forgiveness if he forgets to wear that low-cut shirt you like, can be found in only one place: sleazy pick-up joints. You've walked on the other side of the street of places like this. Bernie's Bar and Motel (Hourly Rates), The Foxy Tavern and Love Emporium, The Oyster and Bun. There are hundreds, no, millions of males sitting alone on greasy barstools in darkened dives that smell like stale booze and staler armpits. They're waiting for you, their muscles rippling and bulging as they wait. Go buy one a drink. You won't be disappointed.

sweet and easily in f1uenced. Someone

Chapter Three: Who to Hit On

who dresses the way

you want him to dress. Someone who will sit home Saturday nights unless you call him. Someone who will cook you a

ninety-six course Moroccan dinner and refuse to let you help him clean up. Every night. You want somebody who makes heads turn when he walks down the street. Somebody who's got all the right measurements and proportions. Somebody who has three PhD's and can lift five hundred pounds over his head. Somebody whose wit and charm are exceeded only by his desire to satisfy you any way he can. Every night. You're probably thinking that all these good men are taken. They're all married or clergymen, right? Besides, what would a gorgeous male, used to being treated like a prince, want with an ordinary or slightly less-than-ordinary woman like you? But you're wrong. Believe it or not, men need women too. Part of the human male's steamy sexuality is his inability to make the first move. Millions of men have been waiting for you. Billions of men see you in their dreams. Every night. Isn't it about time you asked one to dinner?

Chapter Two: Where to Find Them If you asked Dear Abby where to find a good man, she'd tell you to join the Juggling Club or take a class in Play-

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So you're in Club Sleaze and you're amazingly selfconfident that every creature on earth with two legs and hair on its chest would give its eyeteeth to breathe the same air you breathe. Unfortunately, you may have to ask four or five men to dance before you find a wealthy husband or lifelong love slave. You should look for a likely mark, somebody who can't say no. A man tries to make a statement by the way he dresses himself. You should accept tight jeans or revealing shoes on a man as an obvious come-on. Men who wear a lot of jewelry probably have rich mothers who might let you have the family business someday. A man with a Harvard or Princeton blazer probably wants to say 'Try me! I have a mind.' Which may be ok, but only if he has the body to go with it! Body language is also revealing. A man who sits with his arms or legs uncrossed is unconditionally receptive to anything you might suggest. Putting his hands in his pockets means a man is waiting for someone to buy him a drink, or that he plays billiards. Finally, a guy who stares at you and smiles and winks and licks his lips sensuously probably wants you to introduce yourself.

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Chapter Four: The Pick-Up Proper You've spotted a generously-endowed male and you're ready to make a move. But wait! You can't just say anything to a guy and expect him to immediately sit on your lap. You need to show subtlety and sensitivity when you suggest what's obviously on both of your minds. Some men want to be dazzled with something really smooth and ambiguous. Some men want to be pierced by your sharp wit. And some men want to be baffled by something in another language. It's always safe to start off with a compliment. 'Wow, your breath smells good,' you could say. 'I bet you'd look great in an underwear ad,' is also effective. Or 'Where'd you get those biceps, you steamy sexpot?' Compliment his clothing. 'Where'd you find that hat with the propeller?' 'That shirt really shows off your belly button.' 'Those wingtips are really turning me on.' Perhaps you could tell him he looks like a celebrity. 'Excuse me, aren't you Dustin Hoffman?' 'Your floppy ears makes you look just like Bugs Bunny.' 'You have legs just like Big Bird.' Sometimes it is wise to lead with a little bragging. Tell him you're national vice-president of The League of Woman Voters. Tell him you're a multi-millionairess. Tell him you're God. Tell him you're Wilma Flintstone. "I wish I c.olAld tel! melt, but I CAN'T: I dOtl't wattt w After your smooth, almost slimy, opening line, your score thllm oft!( I know I shou.ld •.. probo.bly 0" the first quarry will probably giggle and smile sweetly. Now you date.. It'~ONLY fQ.ir, of COUtS!?. Fro", now on, 1'U just make your move. Buy him a drink. Buy him another drink. teLl, TIIEM, and take. my chancxs! I j<LSt can't ~ from Buy him a third. Stare at his eyes. At his neck. At his chest. the fa.vl; that 1 na.ve... ~ Ph. O. At his wallet. Wink at him. Smile at him. Leer at him. Wait for a slow song then ask him to dance. Press close enough to him that he can breathe only with difficulty. Pull him closer. Sing in his ear. Blow in his ear. Clean his ear for him. Com- r------------~=-----------___; pliment him on his clean ears. Tell him that you'd like to go out for some fresh air. Take his hand and make sure he follows you. Walk out to the parking lot. Get in your car with him. Start the car and put on some romantic music. Mention the fact that you have one of the largest water beds in the county. He will probably say 'Ooh, can I see it?' Score.

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Chapter Five: Ditching Him Men don't understand that human females are naturally polygamous. Eventually you will be bored with your new plaything. So you give him two choices: you will see anyone you want and he will see only you, or you will see anyone you want and he will see no one. Or perhaps you'd rather dump him entirely. Maybe you don't like his friends. Or his family. Or the way he dresses. Or how he cooks. Dishonesty is the best thing in this case. He'll never know the difference and more important he'll stay the hell away from you. Tell him a relative died and you have to fly home to Antarctica. Or Mercury. Suggest that you have acquired a socially transmitted disease. In extreme cases you may have to be honest. Tell him that the human male has a clear-cut role in society and that he hasn't been living up to your ideal of manhood. Then walk confidently back to Club Sleaze. And pick up another male.

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Freddie arrived in the usual way - he wasn't accepted to Harvard, Yale, Brown, Princeton, Columbia or Dartmouth, and he ruled out Cornell because if he should ever attempt suicide he wanted people to make a big deal out of it instead of saying "Phew, there's one less person I have to compete with on my Bio exam." Yes, Freddie was destined to attend Penn. On September 5th the population of Long Island fell by 5000; among this exodus was Freddie. PENNhouse: 1'/1starl with an innocuous question. What do you think of the modern art sculptures around campus? Mr. Fred: I cannot believe that some big guy is running around with one button missing while this university broke it and so blatantly displays it in front of Van Pelt Library. How would you like it if some little people ripped off your button, broke it in half and called it art? PENNhouse: Maybe that question was a bit 100 prying 10 start off with. Forgel the art, what impression did you gel of the students on campus? Mr. Fred: Pompous asses all of them. I was on my way to a frat party one night when I realized I had no idea of where I was going. I approached a student, very proper and prim, and asked, "Can you please tell me where the Pika frat house is at?" He looked down at me in disgust and in a very pedantic manner replied, "My dear lad, at Penn we do not end our sentences with a preposition." I pondered this for a moment and then gladly rephrased my query. "Can you please tell me where the Pika frat house is at - asshole." The noun ending had a better ring to it anyway.

Did you find that there were differences in word usage by people here than on Long Island?

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Mr. Fred: Like most people I believed that whatever something was called where I live was correct and it went by that name everywhere ... until [ came here. I went to lunch with a few friends one day. I walked up to the counter and ordered a meatball hero. The man behind the counter ducked out of sight and popped up a few seconds later holding a masked meatball wearing a cape. "It can leap sausage prices in a single pound; it's the meatball hero," he shouted at the top of his lungs. Now I call everything a hoagie, just to be on the safe side.

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PENNhouse: Speaking of food, I see that vou're on the meal plan her." what is your opinion of I he service? Mr. Fred: I have sound reason to believe that Penn was constructed on a chicken farm. Did you ever look at the menu; they manage to slide chicken into every meal. I've never seen so many forms of chicken in my life. I think the vegetables are really chicken in disguise. I made another momentous discovery about the food here - the seven layer cake. Did you ever count the layers; well [ did, and there are only five of them. What kind of place serves five layer cake and pupports it to be seven layer cake? It's immoral, maybe even illegal, I don't know I didn't get to false advertising in my Legal Studies class yet.

Oh, you're taking Law, you must Wharton student. What else are you studying?

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Mr. Fred: The usual - Economics, Calculus and Intro to Our Friend The Gnu, and Creative Tax Arithmetic 102. PENNhouse: How are you finding your courses? Mr. Fred: Econ made sense for the first fifteen minutes when the professor explained that he did not believe in Microeconomics but the demand for Econ professors was greater than the demand for Math professors which shifted the equilibrium salary for Econ professors up, in the long run. The subject is in fact pretty humorous. For example, economists assume that the consumer's level of satisfaction increases as he consumes more of a certain product. I don't know about you but when I devour my 34th slice of pizza and the 33 previous ones come out the same way they went in, I'm not extremely elated and I probably wouldn't appreciate another slice. PENNhouse: How about the workload, do you find that you are always studying? Mr. Fred: When the work first started

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until my ass itched from sitting so long that I shifted my position so often that two students sitting next to me in the library held my tongue so I wouldn't swallow it. After that awful experience of having my study habits mistaken for an epileptic fit I had to try something else - which I did. I devised a brilliant theory - the further I fall behind, the longer I have to catch up. So I decided to blow off all my classes, that way I'd have forever to catch up. PENNhouse: That idea is logical but what are you going

Mr. Fred: Well after I explained to her that aristocratic French was only understood by a few serious scholars we went back to my room. I opened the door and there, in bed, was Fred and a friend. PENNhouse: That's what you are upset about? You were planning to do the same thing! Mr. Fred: I wouldn't mind at all if it was Jody or Laurie, but he was in bed with Jimmy. I just wasn't liberal enough to handle seeing two jock straps being flung out of bed instead of a bra and panties.

to do about your finals? Mr. Fred: Finals??? PENNhouse: That's enough for the academics. How did you feel about living with someone you had never met before, namely your roommate? Mr. Fred: I thought it would be a good experience, but there was always the thought in the back of my mind that he would be gay; I worried about that all summer. PENNhouse: Were you

relieved when you finally

met

him? Mr. Fred: Oh yes was 1 relieved; 1 didn't had worried all summer for nothing.

want to think

PENNhouse: I'm glad your

roommate was all you expected him to be. Do you get along with him? Mr. Fred: For the most part we ignore each other, but we have our problems. 1 found the girl of my dreams. It took me ten minutes of looking through the Freshman Record when her big, round ..... and her baby blue .... and ..... oh

PENNhouse: So what did you do then? Mr. Fred: I turned off the lights; I figured if I couldn't see them, maybe they weren't there. It didn't work and I tripped because I couldn't see where I was going. PENNhouse: What happened to your dale? Mr. Fred: She took off with the girl across the hall. I was very depressed. I went to my RA to talk about my problems. He told me that he too was gay. The next day 16,000 people wore jeans in accordance with Gay Awareness Week. Everyone was gay; I didn't know what to do. PENNhouse: Well, what did you do? Mr. Fred: The only thing I could to avoid being an outcast; I threw on a pair of jeans. What are you doing tonight cutie? Yes, you Mr. Interviewer. PENNhouse: F - - -off

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PENN house: Excuse me, are you okay? Mr. Fred: Yes I'm okay, where was I? Oh yeah ... breasts, eyes .... 1 finally got the nerve to ask her out. I took her to a quaint French restaurant; everything was French, even the menu was written in French. I couldn't blow it now so I acquired a French accent and uttered a few words, escargot a la mode si'l vous plait for two. The girl of my dreams thought I was so debonaire. Just as I finished telling her about my adventures in the French army the waiter brought our ice cream .... topped with snails. The Big Macs that night cost me over $100 and a lot of embarassment. PENNhouse: What does this have to do with your room-

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ONE Flame woke up, opened her sparkling emerald-green eyes and stretched her young, lithe, slender, curvacious body. She lept out of bed with a supple, feline grace like a cat and stood before her mirror as the bright morning sunshine streamed in her window. "Today ... " she whispered softly to hersel f. Unselfconsciously, Flame looked at herself in the mirror. She gazed at her long, graceful legs, slender hips, small waist, milky-white, pink-tipped breasts and soft feline kneecaps and sighed contentedly. Her gaze travelled to her face, with its creamy, soft skin and the other features which conspired to create her beauty. Finally Flame regarded the feature which had earned her her nickname (her real name was Astrolabe): her long red, flaming ears. As she looked in the mirror, Flame knew, as she had known since she was twelve, that no man in the world could resist her. But while her ravishing beauty inflamed their passions, her strong fiery breath drove them away. Caught in this agonizing agony, the men who loved Flame usually killed Albanian nuns as a gesture of protest. This was sad, Flame thought. But then her mind travelled to a happier note. "Today I am going to the University of Pennsylvania!" She whispered. Flame massaged her hair in anticipation. She was burning with desire for the adventure of college. But, yet, as she stood before the mirror, poor Flame was plagued with doubts. How could she leave everything that she had ever known? Most of all, how could she leave her high-school lover Odocar, the tall, lean muscular Aryan Warrior-God who had been her companion for so many years? Flame's green eyes filled with tears ...

THREE The view from her room of the Quad courtyard was lovely and the people on her floor were nice, Flame thought. That is the men. The girls on the floor hardly spoke to her, instead staring at her in sullen resentment at her beauty and charms. Certainly her RA Lance, a varsity athlete with a lean, muscular build, flashing dark eyes, and an almost cocky assured manner, had not failed to notice her stunning feline kneecaps. Flame remembered how his eyes had lingered boldly on her body during the floor communal shower.

FOUR The touch-football game had exhausted Flame and so she undressed and prepared for bed. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Flame sat up, and pushed her flaming red ears and sparkling green eyes away from her face. "Who is it?" she said softly. "It's your RA Lance. Can I come in for a moment? I want to talk to you about the AT&T divestiture controversy and its effect on the Stock Market?" "The Market? Why certainly Lance! Just a sec." Flame went to her closet and wrapped her slender, soft self in a short terry-cloth robe. She opened the door and Lance fell into her arms. Emerald-green eyes sparkling with concern, Flame watched her handsome RA rise to his knees. There were rings around his eyes and he was breathing with the anger of a young Centaur. "Oh Lance, I was hoping you would come. This AT&T thing has me very worried!"

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Lance gazed at the scantily-clad young maiden and he burned with desire. She was only a freshman, and yet she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His heart throbbed with passion. "Never mind AT&T, Flame, I love you, I have loved you since the moment I saw your soft feline kneecaps. It has been torture living so close to you yet not being able to touch you. I want you Flame!" With this Lance pulled Flame close to him and kissed her hungrily. Flame could feel the hardness of his leisure suit through her thin robe. His kisses set her on fire and she felt herself being carried away by the force of his insistent passions. "One thing Lance," whispered Flame, as they sank, entwined to the couch." "Anything my love, anything," Lance answered, tenderly caressing various parts of her body including her softly pulsating feline kneecaps. "Don't tell anyone, OK? Like, there's this real cute Aryan Warrior-God I'm sort of seeing back home and ....

ELEVEN "What did you want to see me about, Professor Prescriptionlens?" said Flame as she tossed back her long, reddishgold ears, and looked up inquisitively at her Anthropology inst ructor. "Well Flame, I've asked you to come to see me about something I've been worrying about. I believe you are having some difficulty in class." "But Sir, I got an A on my midterm and on both my papers!" Dr. Prescriptionlens rose from behind his desk and gazed hungrily at the nubile young nymph before him, and tried to push out of his mind all thoughts of the ethical guidelines that govern faculty-student relationships. He moved next to Flame, and smiled with brazen passion. Flame looked at him in a puzzled manner. "Oh Dr. Prescriptionlens. Are you alright?" Her green eyes sparkled with concern. She rose from her chair and moved her hand to feel his pulse. This was too much for the Professor to take. Flame's touch melted his ethics like it had melted many ethics before this. He grabbed her and roughly brought her lips to his. Again and again he kissed her red, full ears. Flame's initial resistance melted into a passionate ardor, as her young sinewy body yielded to his advances. They mounted the desk and moaned in unison as their bodies were taken up by fiery waves of mineral water. "I am yours forever," said Flame as the two lovers intertwined on the ungraded final papers. Dr. Prescriptionlens smiled and said "I love you Flame!" After hours of ecstasy, Flame said seductively "Say, did you curve that last midterm .... 'l" ?

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BO SHEEP CONFESSION OF A SHEEP PHOTOGRAPHER By Bob Guzzione, Jr. Photography is much like any other profession except, of course, wax sculpture. Once the basic tools and skills are acquired and refined, the format stays the same. - Me, I've been all over National Geographic, UP!, Playboy. I even did a stint for the National Enquirer, People, Pravda and Time. Places, or things, it makes no difference to me. It's just set'm and shoot'm. My motto is you give me a subject and I'll give you a finished picture or, of course, a wax sculpture. Here at PENNhouse, I developed with Bob Guzzione, lr. a technique that we nick-named the "carrot -n'- stick" approach. It basically worked like this. In order to get the girls to pose so suggestively, they were promised various fringe benefits. Don't look so surprised. How else do you entice the girl-next-door except with financial security. And, of course, wax sculptures. So, when I came to PENNhouse it was pretty simple. I just had to change the approach from money to something closer to home. I mean, who works better with a carrot-n'-stick approach than a lamb? In all, I did find lettuce worked somewhat better. Come to think of it, who knows what she would have done for some radishes, or even beets, or, of course, wax sculptures. I think I'll have to invite her over some night and give it a try. - Catch me next month.

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The Length

Report

The following two-part paper measures general sexual awareness on university campuses. This two-year study (we took three years) examines the sexual mores of virgins and allows the reader to use its conclusions to evaluate his or her own sexual potential.

*(It was interesting to note that of the 121, not a single respondent thought that she'd go blind if she had sexual intercourse with a man).

Section I: In Search Of ... A Virgin: A Scientific Approach

FINDINGS After 3 months of exhaustive study, we were extremely surprised when not a single subject turned out to be a virgin.

INTRODUCTION FROM THE TIME OF THE ANCIENT ROMANS, MAN HAS ALWAYS BEEN ON THE LOOKOUT FOR VIRGINS. THIS WAS SO THAT HE COULD BOAST OF HIS CONQUESTS IN THE OLD LOCKER ROOM. THE PROBLEM HAS AL WAYS BEEN THAT A MAN COULD NOT PROVE THE VIRGINITY OF A WOMAN UNTIL HE WAS IN BED WITH HER. THE PRIMARY PURPOSE OF THIS STUDY IS TO DEVELOP A SCIENTIFIC METHOD OF DETERMINING WHETHER OR NOT A WOMAN IS A VIRGIN. THE SECONDARY PURPOSE OF THE STUDY IS TO DETERMINE THE PERCENTAGE OF WOMEN BETWEEN THE AGES OF 18 to 25 WHO ARE VIRGINS. MA TERIALS AND METHODS This study was conducted, for the most part, in a bedroom situation. (There was one subject who was interviewed in the back seat of a '68 Impala.) Subjects were recruited from a major Ivy League university in the northeast. However, there was an initial setback when we advertised for female volunteers for a study of virginity. There were no takers (or taker offers). There were many volunteers when we advertised for a comparative study of sexual potency of the various age-groups (18-25). There were 312 volunteers originally. However, due to the lack of personnel we had to cut this number down to 7. The basis for the reduction in number was a questionnaire consisting of 6 questions. These were: 1) How old are you? _ 2) Are you a virgin? YIN 3) When was the last time you had sex? _ 4) How often do you have sex? _ 5) Do you believe you'll go blind if you kiss a boy?

Of the 190 who answered "No" to question number 5, fifteen also answered "No" to question number 1. Hence, they were eliminated from the study.

CONCLUSIONS Our conclusions are as follows: A) There is no scientific method of predetermining the status of a woman's virginity, and B) There are no virgins between the ages of 18-25, thus rendering point A moot. We had planned to conduct a second study utilizing the subjects who had answered "Yes" to question number 5. However, our physicians have suggested that we take some time off. One, maybe two years. RESULTS 1) How old are you?: 18:168, 19:maybe, 20:48, 21:Utah, 23:1, 24:yes, 25:4, Greater than 25: 2) Are you a virgin?: Yes:297, No:15, Maybe:2. 3) When was the last time you had sex? 2:This morning. 7:Last night. 2:Last month. l:Who? 3:More than two years ago. 4) How often do you have sex? 2:Every morning. 7:Every night. 2:0nce a month. l:Who? 3:During English. 5) Do you believe that you'll go blind if you kiss a boy? Yes:121*, No:190, Who?:l.

Section II: General Sexual Questionnaire

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After the final subjects were chosen for the study, sexual intercourse was carried out with each and every subject to determine the status of their virginity. Prior to the actual intercourse, a stipulation was made concerning the inability of the subjects to bring about paternity suits against the investigator in the future.

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In the course of conducting this study, the researchers determined a computer-tested method of predicting one's potential level of sexual attainment. Instructions: Answer questions. Score answers against rating chart. Then consult the final score level (or see your neighborhood pharmacist) to determine how and when with who, and how big.

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1. What do you look for in a woman? (Men only*) A. Knobs. B. Breasts. C. An exciting personality, a winning smile, intelligence, and an impressive figure in a tight sweater.

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2. What do you look for in a man? (Women only*) A. Money. B. Grad school. C. An exciting personality, a winning smile, intelligence, and impressive figures in his wallet.

13. Are you worried about sexually transmitted A. Yes. B. Hell, yes. C. No.

3. How much pressure do you feel to get dates? A. Lots. B. Tons. C. A great amount. D. What are you doing tonight? 4. How much pressure do you feel to have sexual counters? A. Hell, I can't even sit down, I'm so hard. B. A lot. C. 3 pounds.

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5. How far sexually would you go on a first date? A. Depends on how close I felt to the person. B. Depends on how closely I felt the person. C. Denver.

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6. How often do you feel you should have sexual activity? A. Whenever I need it. B. Whenever I want it. C. Until my hand falls asleep. D. Every three inches.

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55-92:

Obviously, you've passed your freshman year. If you haven't done so already, you'll peak pretty soon, maybe even tonight if you keep your eyes open. Nonetheless, you shouldn't grow complacent. Pretty soon you'll be a senior. You know how much fun they have.

A. B. C. D.

Did she come? Will he get it up? That really isn't a cold sore, is it? Econ IB

10. What is the most sexually stimulating Service? A. Coq au Vin. B. Mashed potatoes. C. The girl behind the counter. D. Tacos. 11. Do you feel well adjusted sexually? A. Yes. B. Right's bigger than left. C. Left's bigger than right. D. Like a horse.

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93-120: Hey, when do you sleep?! You've been peaking for about two years; try alternating it with some backgammon, or you'll wear it down pretty soon. I'm not kidding. 121 or above: Well, you've been generating enough thermal energy to heat up the Towne Building. Do you notice that members of the opposite sex won't come near you anymore? Even the dogs cross the street. You've had it at this campus. Transfer to Princeton. 2

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I'm a sexually frustrated Druse Militiaman. I mean, not sexually frustrated in the usual sense - I try to have sex with a refugee at least once a week - but frustrated in that my deepest fantasy has never been fulfilled. You see, ever since I reached puberty I've wanted very badly to make it with Maree Osmondd. But how can I, a mere leftist guerrilla, ever hope to be anything in her eyes? I understand that you have made love to many celebrities, including several television personalities, so perhaps you can give me some advice about how to make her feel for me some of the passion I have for her.

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On the behalf of myself and my colleagues, members of the International Association of Political Journalists, we issue the following condemnation of Libya's current military activities in Chad: We maintain that you unlawfully and willfully, in direct violation of international law, invaded and Yes, your problem is perfectly clear. Penis envy is a common occurrence among males of your age. However, it is a proven fact that "penis extenders" of the sort that you mentioned which are advertised in pornographic magazines do not work and are, in fact, damaging to the male protuberance. So stay clear of these quack aids and in-

A.B. Beirut I, too, think that you're shooting a bit too high for a scummy, flea-ridden, common soldier like yourself, but I'll give you a few tips. Donnie and Maree Osmondd have been frequent visitors to my palace and are quite fond of entertaining the guests with an X-rated version of their Hawaiian Punch routine (you know, real fruit juices ... ), which I bring up only to demonstrate how easy it is for a man of my power to "make it" with a celebrity like Maree (although I had to pretend that I was a Mormon). But for you, dog, there is a serious problem. One method of winning her which is currently in vogue is to assassinate a famous person, dedicating the act to her. I personally would favor killing Donnie, but Maree might not take too kindly to that. If, by any chance, you happen to grab a position of power in the next coup d'etat, give me a call and I'll introduce you to her.

stead find a woman to marry you for your money.

I have an unusual fetish that I want to share with you. For years I've had the strange desires, an inexplicable longing for laboratory glassware - beakers, test tubes, and most particularly, petri dishes. My psychiatrist believes that this comes from my being a (former) test tube baby - sort of a perverted Oedipus Complex - but I'm not sure I agree. Anyway, the reason I'm writing is that I was wondering, is there a way one can be sexually fulfilled with a petri dish? Or is that incest?

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20 Worst Intramural Football Teams for 1984 By taffY

It's that time of the year again ... Yes, intramural football is back in all its pride and glory. It's a new season sure to rival last year's amazing finish. Who would have thought that a team of premeds would rise from the depths of David Rittenhouse Laboratories to defeat the champion 3rd FLOOR HIGH RISE SOUTH? In the second quarter of the game, the KILLER PRE'S scored on an amazing five yard pass to BBB major Paul "The Doctor" Jetson tying the score 7-7. One scoreless quarter later, HRS RA Peter Peters ran the ball into the endzone after telling the PRE'S defensive line that someone had just stolen their Chem. notes. A bewildered but relieved linesman was quoted as saying "Whew, I paid good money for these," as he ran to the sidelines only to find his notes right where he had left them in his 'Official Dr. Kildare Equipment Bag for Premed Jocks who think that they can play football but

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should really be home thinking of new ways to cheat on their MCA T's.' Yet teamwork paid off for the PRE'S as they scored a series of touchdowns in the last five minutes of the game with the help of their captain, George "The Doctor" Sanders, who tied the entire

3rd FLOOR HIGH RISE SOUTH'S defense's shoelaces together during a time out. "Who said they don't teach you anything in Micro-Biology," remarked Sanders after the stunt. Ahh, intramural football. Dedicated to the proposition that all undergrads are created equal or at least know the phone number of Miss Astrolabe Jones. Why do they do it? For the thrill of victory? For the satisfaction that comes with returning to an admiring dorm after a big win? For the chance to finally learn how to correctly conjugate the verbs lie and lay? Where do socks go when you put them in the dryer? Do they meet and have a party at Smoke's

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I) "HILL'S ANGELS" First off, let me begin by saying that for a team of Engineering students, Hill House's own HILLS ANGELS made an impressive finish at 0-16-1. Their season got off to a slow start with the injury of Freshman Jeffry Newman's TI55 during a practice scrimmage. "I think that the calculators slowed us down a bit," Senior David Freeman told me. "Next year, though, we're going to wear a new SHARP model that outperforms the T155 and is considerably less bulky." Even with the changes in the ANGELS' hardware line, look for them at the bottom of this season's finish. 2) "BYE" A surprise to many readers of my 20 worst picks may be the inclusion of last year's 3rd place contending team, "BYE". Consisting of a fashionable ensemble of Liberal Art Preps from Manhattan and Boston, BYE won their first 14 games in a row through other teams' forfeiture. Oxdale Prep School graduate and team captain Biff Biffman explained, "When the other teams read "BYE" on the schedule, they thought that they didn't have to play that day. Daddy would be so proud." When the other teams finally caught on, BYE was forced to forfeit their remaining 3 games after the team voted to not get their new Fila football uniforms dirty. Nevertheless, they held on to third place. Due to rumors about the real connotations of the team's name, look for BYE on the scorecard under the new handle "YOU DON'T HA VE TO

for no apparent reason, that they will finish the coming season on a rather sour note. Hey, who knows. 4)

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"Like, when I hiked the ball to Saturn and like, oh wow, I mean like, this player, like from the other team, you know, I mean he ran up to me, I am sure, and like squeezed my boob and like, oh wow, this is like totally. I mean, you know?" said AMAZON team captain Starr Goldberg during a private interview under the Button, clearing up the confusion about why the AMAZONS finished so poorly in last season's lineup. Having successfully petitioned the Intramural Athletic Council for Intramural Athletics for permission to participate in the otherwise all male league, the AMAZONS raised their share of eyebrows on and off the field. "Like, one time we were like short a girl, you know. So, like I have this friend in MASK AND WIG. You know. It was like, totally. I am sure." Yeah. So am I. No one expects the AMAZONS to be contenders for this year's coveted title, but as long as they're on the field, who cares?

5) "THE WHARTS" "So if we could sell 30 tickets per game and charge, say, three dollars per ticket. .. providing that there were no fixed overhead, of course, ... " explained WHARTS' Accountant Hal Steinberg-Dietrich. "Of course," I replied, "who needs fixed overhead?" Yeah. Though THF, WHARTS have a strong financial backing, their team lacks any remote inkling of playing ability. Majoring in Finance, team captain Buck Wadds may have come up with a solution for THE WHARTS' absence of playing ability last season when he suggested that the team purchase the MIAMI DOLPHINS. "We're still at the negotiating table," Wadds explained. "But look for our prospectus to be strong in '84." Can the WHART.\· do it? knows? Still, unless they get the concessions at Franklin Field, WHARTS may never sign the Anyway, I'm still not wearing underwear. continued

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Unfortunately, the cause of AIDS is not yet known. Bummer, isn't it? Most scientists agree that AIDS is a terrible, terrible disease that should be stopped. Although there is little agreement in the medical community as to its causes, most scientists have agreed that in case a telethon is deemed necessary, Jerry Lewis will not be asked to emcee. So far, people contracting AIDS have fallen into few specified groups. About 70070 of the cases reported nationally have been among Jewish American Princesses. Other groups include their tennis partners, roommates, stock brokers, cocaine connections and friends from Serbia Croatia whose fathers made wax candles during the Turkish occupation. There have been no known cases of AIDS among Albanian sheep herders. However, this does not prove that they are immune. If you are an Albanian sheep herder, please run to the nearest emergency telephone and call home.

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TAKING MEASURES SYMPTOMS OF AIDS WHAT IS AIDS AND WHO GETS IT? Addiction to Insipid Diet Soda (A IDS) is a breakdown of the body's taste buds, the mechanisms which assist people in combatting vile-tasting substances. When the taste buds are not working, the body itself is left vulnerable to dining service food and other processed items such as Fish Flavored Doritos, Mocha Almond Frog Ice Cream, 100070 Pure Beet Hotdogs and other food-Ii ke substances, many ~ of which are Iife-threatening.

Many of the signs and symptoms of AIDS are those of other illnesses as well. While it is important to recognize them and seek medical advice, it is also important not to panic when you spot them. It is not unusual, for example, for a college student to pick up a diet soda by accident. A healthy person would take a sip and gag almost immediately. An AIDS victim not only doesn't mind the insipid aftertaste, but, incredible as it may seem, he/she actually likes it. There is no specific test for AIDS, but if you have any of the following symptoms, be safe and see a Student Health doctor:

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Common sense should tell you, "When in doubt, get the hell out!" AIDS is a serious disease that we know little about. Why take any chances? Trash those diet sodas immediately. If you think that your roommate has AIDS, it's best that you move out or kill him/her---Hey, say it was suicide and you might even get a 4.0. If these options are not available, you should take some precautions. The old wives tales are true! You can catch AIDS by sharing the same refrigerator, glasses and cups of an AIDS victim. Poorly washed glasses are the worst. They are virtual breeding grounds for vile saccharin particles which may later haunt your wholesome glass of milk. A communist plot or what? Furthermore,

over-the-counter miracle cure-ails such as Band Aids or Rolaids are totally ineffective against AIDS. What else can we tell you? Hey, damned if we know. Maybe you could pile lots of sugar on your cereal every morning or switch to grape flavored Kool-aid. And stay away from those public toilets. Yeah, that's what you should do. Really.

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